I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Friday, July 25, 2014

Scenes from a Commute

From this morning, smoke on the water. Well, okay, it's fog over LaDue Reservoir, but was still pretty neat to see.


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1 comment:

Steve Buchheit said...

Hey Anon, not exactly sure what your comment was about. I think I've mentioned deja vu only a few times, and none recently. So I'm thinking your comment was spam or meant for someone else. Post back here if it wasn't spam and I'll release from the queue.